Arguments could fill a marriage like water, running through everything, always, with no taste or color but lots of noise.

Many of us who aren't farmers or gardeners still have some element of farm nostalgia in our family past, real or imagined: a secret longing for some connection to a life where a rooster crows in the yard.

Wars and elections are both too big and too small to matter in the long run. The daily work - that goes on, it adds up.

I don't *ever* write about real people. Art is supposed to be better than that. If you want a slice of life, look out the window.

Humans can be fairly ridiculous animals.

I’ve seen how you can’t learn anything when you’re trying to look like the smartest person in the room.

I believe that the people who survive a cataclysm, rather than those who stand by and analyze it, are nearly always the more credible witnesses to their own history.